Rong Jincheng walked over, put the wine bottle on the table, and asked, "Would you like to drink?"

"Open a bottle." Someone said.

Rong Jincheng lowered his head and opened the drink.

The entire private room was shrouded in a layer of white mist and dim lights, hazy, and there were only all kinds of teasing laughter in my ears.

At this moment, a man pushed away the woman at hand, straightened his back, and looked at Rong Jincheng.

This piercing gaze made Rong Jincheng aware of it. When he looked up, he saw that it was Pan Wenguang.

The road between enemies is narrow.

Rong Jincheng knew that Pan Wenguang recognized him.

Sure enough, Pan Wenguang took a puff of cigarette and waved: "Come here."

Rong Jincheng didn't go over and only opened a bottle of wine.

Pan Wenguang's injury has healed, and the bruises on his face have long since disappeared, but the look he looked at Rong Jincheng was fierce and evil.

"Master Pan is asking you to come over!" Someone shouted, "Stop whining and come over!"

"I have other work, sorry." With that said, Rong Jincheng was about to walk out.

Pan Wenguang stood up, strode over to block Rong Jincheng's way, his eyes were locked on Rong Jincheng's face, and he smiled sinisterly: "You don't even listen to me anymore? Do you want money? I'll give you money."

With that said, Pan Wenguang took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a few dollars and waved them in front of Rong Jincheng's eyes.

"Those who come to work here must be short of money. I have plenty of money, but you have to please me."

"No need!" Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and almost said every word.

Rong Jincheng also raised his head and stared at Pan Wenguang. He knew that Pan Wenguang was deliberately making things difficult.

This time, Pan Wenguang relied on the strength of his numbers.

Their eyes met, sparks flying.

"Hey, Mr. Pan, you are so shameless. Even a waiter dares to refuse you." Everyone booed.

"What is the duty of your waiter here?" Pan Wenguang asked deliberately, "Just serve tea and water?"

"You'd better not bully others too much." Rong Jincheng warned implicitly, his voice low and hoarse.

"I just bullied you today." Pan Wenguang waved his hand and said in an arrogant and fierce tone, "Come here and beat him to death! If he beats him to death, it's mine!"

Pan Wenguang's eyes were scarlet, and he wanted to wash away the previous shame.

When he was pushed to the ground and beaten by Rong Jincheng, it was a coincidence that he happened to meet Rong Jincheng today.

Rong Jincheng seems to be doing very badly.

Pan Wenguang is even more confident.

When several men heard Pan Wenguang's instructions, they immediately geared up.

Someone punched Rong Jincheng!

Rong Jincheng ducked over.

Pan Wenguang stood aside watching the show, smoking a cigarette and blowing out white mist playfully.

His strong body was hidden in the darkness, and he took time to admire Rong Jincheng's expression, as if he was pleased to see it and was very proud of it.

Several women ran to him in fear and approached him: "Master Pan, what's wrong? I'm so scared."

"Don't be afraid, I don't like this person."

The private room was filled with the sound of fighting.

No matter what happens in the private room, no one outside takes care of it.

Rong Jincheng fought against four people by himself. Soon, his physical strength became a little weak. He held on and threw his fists at everyone.

Those men were not vegetarians either. They punched Rong Jincheng one after another on his body and face.

"Crackling", all the red wine on the table was smashed, the ground was in a mess, and even the light from the chandelier seemed to be shaking.

Pan Wenguang was smoking a cigarette, far away from the fight. He was really happy to see Rong Jincheng being beaten, with his eyes swollen and the corners of his mouth bleeding.
Chapter completed!